Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1887-10-03
A MINED LITIGATION.

A MINED LITIGATION.
Like the new cote 'ouSe? hump, not
much. Tell ye, jc,lge my ole terbarkel
| barn d bc er fittener place, fer most er the
ejints that comes yere, an as fer jestice,
er chick N coop would hole erbout all er
that artikle thars been in this yere Mum
| gumry county since the wah. O, yes.
know this fine, new big house suits you
lawyers down ter the grown. Fact is, YOU
fellers, we're in Poverty row, e'enabout
runs this county; now we've got 'Scch er
lot er jackasses in the quarterly cote
magistrates, they call themselves - but
Joe's dead ef | hadn't ruther trust emmy
case er mine befor er suckin' calf, n nine
out or ten er the whole compoodlement un
'um.
That's what brunS me in town ter day
ter see the upshot er some her thar tom
soolery. Walker vs.. Himcs'-dont you
know the case Well. I'll tell We bout it.
Hits case, an no mistake BY rights,
Jack Weems orter go ter the penitenshery
fer it Hits all his doin', pesky Young
vilyun.
But that amt nothin' ter do with this
yere yarn. Whar was i, Oh. yes The
deestrlc's n little one. as | said. an, as I'm
er Twin sinner, fore election day every
man in it wus a-ruunin' fer squire. 'cept-
in the ole squire, Jack Wcems, me an
one Iaore man. An warn't they perlite
My! Parydise fore the snake got in
warn't 4 patchin' TO it. Such bowin' an
scrarin' an neighborin' We never did see
My three nighes' neighbors had it mighty
bad When went out ter feed ther stock
u mornin's. by the second chicken crow
they'd begin whoopin' crost FIN thar hill
tops ter mine: 'Gcod mornin', Mr.. Jack
man. how's yer good kcaltht an yo' wife'
an yo' family an Hello, ole Jack. we're
Just a-Cwine ter tap the lns' bartel er hard
cider. Come over an fetch yer Jug or
the pious one would yawp: How are We
in the Lord, Brother Jackman? Tell Mrs
Jsckman were a-Gwine ter night meetin'
in the wagin ter-nignt. an want her and
the gals ter cnme an heep us fill up
Blamed if don't believe airy one er them
there'd ruint hisself for my vote an in
fluence.
did they git it, Never you mind
That amt neither here nor thar Now of
all the ontitten men that was runnin',
Bill Hines was shorely the oniittenest.
He amt got the sense the law allows CT
possum, an hits my belief he'd never er
eben thought erbout il but fer Jack. who's
eat his own weight i'll chicken, er pretend
in TO court Bets Hines Sundays fer three
years, er sech a matter. He put Bill up
ter tim most shore er that-and then
whut does the young vilyun do but slip
round ter all the rest an say: 'Co'se
You'll be the man, you've got the dead
wood On all en- 'em. I'm fer ye, tooth an
toenail, an want yer ter do me er favor
Bal Hines, yer know, is runnin'-ain't it
joke-an' want you lection day ter
svte fer i'm. OF co'se he won't git but
he one an he'll think that's me, SO I'll
teep solid with Miss Betsy an the chicken
pie, an You could'n' throw erway on no
body safer
See his game, don't yes But they
didn't. an when the votes wus counted
the ole squire had 'leven votes, if he
wasn't a-runnin'; the hard cider man
seven, an Bill Hines all the rest Wasn't
they mad, though, Wet hens warn't no
where ter 'em.
Jack took good pains ter have hisself
'pinted to wait ON the gran jury, and
stayed outen reech tell they sorter got the
wire edge often 'em.
''When he did come home he got sick
enough er his fun. | don't rightly he
lieve he'd ever looked furder n foolin'
them fellers fer his mischief Now he
surter saw how it wus-a man that didn't
know Il from bulls foot set up over U.S.
He tried his best ter cit Bill ter resign.
He mouCht as well er tried ter milk er
goose. Bill WIS thar ter stay-the tick
eldst man you ever see ter have cr handle
ter his name an SO stingy the fees seemed
ter him like er fortune.
specially arter Jack read out TO him,
from the Statutes er Tennessee that the
ole squire passed over to him, that thar
law that fines er man fifty cents for every
cuss word said before er magistrate setten
in court. Bill thought it meant any
whsrs-didn't matter jes so he heard it,
an that he wus made man--fcr thar's
no two ways about it, our fellers does use
ct heap er languidse, in the course or the
year.
Well. one day in the spring Bill. out
er hog huntin'. come on Jim Walker,
coulterin' up er piece er Croun' with er
par er mules that wasn't more'n half
broke, an the air WIS ia 'arly blue round
crbout thar Every time they struck er
root one er tother mule'd kick outer the
traces. an Jim would swar, an his big
gcs' boy, that was shrubbin' behind him.
d jump up on er stump an try ter out
cuss his daIoy. An biil STOOD IN the
"ushes an hs'eiieu' an co"h'ea ana
co" ,,'esi 'lii ne s"' yer Hl'i .hiitS' lnat
al 'he iur ne Mn count: We heard nun
irs ter 20 hits Ten hIIs eie'eh' MY
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al ms oiaehshii.h shop III er month.
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